Alastor X Reader: Blood For Freedom

60. Morning

*** Your POV ***

Alastor brought you to the kitchen of your home. It always felt nice to be back here, as its become a bit of a sanctuary. For a moment you just stood in the middle of the kitchen, with your arms wrapped around Alastor's waist, before he put hands on your shoulders and leaned back a little. Looking down at you with concern.

"Are you alright? I'm sorry I wasn't there. That shouldn't have ever happened."

"Honestly? I feel pretty okay right now. Call me sick in the head but I'm almost happy it gave you a good enough excuse to end the bitch. And don't you dare blame yourself, you did everything as you should have and then some." You told him, having to step away slightly to be able to look him in the face.

"If you say so." Alastor sighed, obviously not entirely convinced, but at least content with you not being horribly bent out of shape about it. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No, I -" You were going to reply saying no and that you were going to take a shower, but your stomach had other ideas, growling in your stead, and making you backtrack sheepishly, "Well, maybe there is one thing." Alastor gave out a hearty laugh, delighted at finding something he could do. Stolas really hit the nail on the head when he said Alastor likes taking care of you. It was a little funny honestly, the generally callous Radio demon was a complete softie when it came to you. You left him to cook so you could take a hot shower as you've been wanting to for hours now.

You stood under the water for a little while just letting the scorching temperature borderline burn the top layer of your skin off. You generally took hot showers, but this was beyond that level of hot, and it wasn't exactly pleasant. But that got counterbalanced by the fact that you felt that gross slimy, almost insect crawling feeling go away as you stood there. Once you were done you walked out looking red like a lobster. You put some fluffy pajama pants on and one of Alastor's shirts and came downstairs. He had taken his suit off and rolled up his sleeves, putting his favorite pink apron on. His hair was tied back in a low pony tail like he usually had it when he was cooking. It was probably one of your favorite sights since you started living with him.

"Hey starlight, watcha making?" You asked joining Alastor in the kitchen.

"Just some chicken and potatoes, nothing fancy." Except that it did in fact look very fancy with lots of spices and some sauces but you weren't going to comment on that. The man managed to whip up Michelin star dinners like it was nothing and was often a insulted at the implication that he could be doing anything less. "Also, you left your phone down here, Stolas called. I told him you would call him back. Seems he heard the broadcast."

"Oh boy, I'll call him." That was gonna be an interesting one. You jumped up on the small breakfast table and grabbed your phone off it before dialing the owl who picked up quickly.

"Y/n! Oh my gosh! Are you ok? I heard... I heard Alastor's broadcast with Valentino. Did he mean you when he said he messed with someone?" Stolas was almost tripping over his words with worry.

"I'm alright Stolas. Yeah it was me, but Valentino didn't really get far. There was a small scuffle before Alastor got there and dealt with it very swiftly. And thoroughly. As you heard."

"Noooo shit." Stolas chuckled, just relieved to hear you say you were fine. "Listen, are you still gonna be okay for tomorrow's date though? I don't want to make it harder on you."

You completely forgot about that with everything that happened. Stolas and Blitzo are supposed to be coming over tomorrow. You thought about it for a second. "Actually," On the contrary to Stolas's concerns, having a hang out to get your minds of things sounded splendid, "Let me ask Alastor, if he is still good then I think it would be a great idea."